Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.